I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Although the Heavenly Gate suffered heavy losses and its prestige was greatly diminished, even a centipede with a hundred legs will not fall down. There are still many powerful people in the human and earthly realms, but the morale is low and the defenses are practically non-existent.

Deep within the celestial realm, in a frozen chamber.

Indra sat cross-legged in the ancient ice, his body enveloped in thick layers of ice—like a frozen statue of a god.

"hateful……"

From deep within the ice, came a low, suppressed roar from Indra.

"Nie Feng—!"

The fierce battle with Duan Lang that day left him with a hidden, almost imperceptible injury deep within his internal organs.

With his profound skill, he should have recovered completely after several months of rest.

But who could have imagined that this dragon-slaying expedition would result in countless head-on clashes with Nie Feng!

Amidst an earth-shattering battle—

The old injury, which had already healed most of its length, suddenly relapsed, causing internal organ turmoil and reversed Qi flow.

At the moment when his vital energy was most disordered—

A domineering and unparalleled demonic aura seized the opportunity to enter Nie Feng's body!

Like a malignant tumor clinging to the bone, it was deeply embedded in his body, frantically eroding his meridians.

No matter how he activated the Sacred Heart Mantra—

It was difficult to completely eliminate it in a short time.

They could only rely on the chilling aura of the ancient ice to suppress it.

"Duan Lang... Nie Feng..."

Deep within the ice, Indra gritted his teeth and whispered, each word deliberate and uttered with resentment:

"I will settle these scores with you one by one!"

For the first time, he experienced the feeling of "not being able to control himself"—

For a being that has lived for two thousand years and considers itself the heavens, this is more humiliating than any physical injury.

Heavenly Gate Forbidden Land, Ice Prison.

The place, which was once heavily guarded, was now completely deserted.

The Tianmen army suffered heavy losses on Tulong Island, and its defenses were almost completely depleted.

Jian Chen, looking hurried, strode into the first level of the Ice Prison.

He was one of the "Seven Martial Arts" of Tianmen, and due to his status, coupled with the lack of guards at the moment, he was able to travel without any hindrance.

The place was bitterly cold and eerily terrifying.

It imprisoned countless martial arts practitioners who had violated the sect's rules or were abducted by the Heavenly Gate. In each ice cell, there was a nearly frozen figure.

But Jian Chen didn't even have the heart to look at them at this moment.

He headed straight for the most secluded ice cell deep within the Ice Prison.

They walked up to the prison.

His steps abruptly stopped.

His entire body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably—

Even when facing the oppressive power of Indra, he never trembled like this.

Through the crystal-clear ice fence—

A frail figure was huddled inside the cell.

A woman, her face haggard, dressed in thin clothes.

Even though weathered by time, one can still see it in their eyes and brows—

She bears a striking resemblance to Chu Chu.

Her legs were firmly chained to the ice wall by a mysterious ice chain, and she was curled up in a ball, trembling.

The ordeal she has endured over this period has left her so thin that she is almost unrecognizable.

Jian Chen gripped the ice fence in front of him tightly.

Knuckles – white as paper.

"Wanqing—!"

Jian Chen finally couldn't hold back any longer and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

For some reason, the woman in the cell seemed to sense something and suddenly raised her head.

When she finally saw the face beyond the fence—the face she had longed for day and night for so many days and nights—

Two lines of clear tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Brother Chen..."

Wanqing's voice trembled to the extreme. She tried to get up, but due to the chains binding her and her weakness from the past few days, she staggered and almost fell.

"Is it you...? Is it really you...?"

"Wanqing—! It's me—! It's your Brother Chen—!"

Jian Chen felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he could no longer suppress the surging emotions within him.

With a swing of his hero's sword!

The vast sword energy flashed out like a rainbow, instantly severing the ice chains that locked the prison door.

Clang!

The prison doors were wide open.

Jian Chen rushed into the prison in one stride, and with another slash of his sword, he severed the Xuanbing chains binding Wan Qing's legs.

Immediately afterwards, he embraced his extremely weak wife tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

His voice was trembling.

"I'm late... It's my fault... I'm so sorry..."

This moment.

This swordsman, who once went astray and even stole his master's hero's sword in his attempt to rescue his wife—

Finally, with a sword in his hand and a person in his arms, he found the most important thing in his life again.

Wanqing gently raised her slender hand and wiped away the tears from her husband's eyes.

"Brother Chen..."

Her voice, though weak, carried a gentle yet firm quality.

"I knew it... you would come to save me..."

"These days... I've been calling your name every single day..."

This sentence—

Like a red-hot needle, it pierced Jian Chen's heart.

How could he, a traitor who aided and abetted evil for his wife, deserve her constant longing and yearning day and night...?

Wanqing gripped her husband's clothes tightly—

It felt as if if I let go, everything in front of me would instantly turn into a dream.

"It's alright now."

Jian Chen took a deep breath, and the guilt in his eyes finally transformed into an unprecedented determination.

"It's all in the past."

"Come on—I'll take you home."

He grabbed his frail wife's hand and strode out of the ice cellar.

His silhouette was no longer desolate, but exuded an unprecedented sense of uprightness and responsibility.

Jian Chen had been in Tianmen for a long time and already knew the terrain of the place very well.

He carried his weakened wife, deliberately choosing dark and secluded corners, cautiously exploring each step and listening carefully at every turn to make sure no one was around.

This was to avoid being seen by Tianmen and leave quietly.

However, fate played a cruel trick on us.

Just as the two reached the exit of the human realm—

They ran right into a patrol of Tianmen experts!

Their eyes met, and a murderous intent arose instantly.

The leader recognized Jian Chen's face and then saw the woman behind him, and instantly realized what was happening—

"Jian Chen has betrayed us—! Intercept him—!"

A sharp shout shattered the silence of the Heavenly Gate.

Several experts from Tianmen moved at the sound of their approach, instantly forming a pincer movement, their swords flashing as they pressed towards the two!

"Wanqing—stand behind me—!"

Jian Chen's eyes widened in anger.

The hero's sword was drawn with great force, and a rainbow-like sword aura tore a gap in the encirclement!

He used his own flesh and blood as a shield to protect his wife behind him.

Despite being attacked and covered in blood, they fought to the death without retreating!

A bloody and perilous journey, every step fraught with danger.

Jian Chen had several deep, bone-revealing wounds slashed across his chest, a knife wound on his shoulder, and a long gash on his thigh.

But he gritted his teeth and kept moving forward, step by step.

Finally—they fought their way out of the human world.

They escaped to the seaside.

The two hurriedly boarded a small boat on the shore, cut the mooring rope, and drifted downstream.

Jian Chen was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and his wounds were so deep that bone was visible. Drops of blood stained the ship's planks.

Wanqing stood beside him, arms crossed, her eyes never leaving her husband.

Looking at the deep, bone-revealing wounds all over his body, tears silently streamed down my face.

"Brother Chen..."

She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Am I... a burden to you...?

"Don't say things like that."

Jian Chen didn't turn around; he just kept rowing furiously while speaking in a deep voice.

"I'm so sorry—I've made you suffer all these years."

"As long as you're still by my side—I'm not afraid of anything."

On the sea behind them, several fast boats followed closely, cutting through the waves.

The battle cries shook the heavens; it was a fight to the death.

What's more terrible is——

Among the pursuing fleet, a colossal ship suddenly accelerated, cutting through the waves and quickly closing in on the small boat!

On the bow of the giant ship—

Eight towering figures stood side by side, their imposing presence overwhelming.

These are the eight great generals of the Heavenly Gate region!

"Traitor, don't run away—!"

"Leave your life behind—!"

The eight men roared in unison, their voices creating a powerful boom that cracked the ice on the surrounding sea.

Before the words were finished—

Eight terrifying palm strikes had already arrived from a distance, aiming straight for the back of the small boat!

"ah--!"

Jian Chen roared, pushing his inexplicable sword technique to its limit!

"Unspeakable grief—!"

The sorrowful sword intent poured out, transforming into a desolate sword net that fiercely protected Wanqing.

But this move—in the end—is only a sword technique at the Grandmaster level.

How can they withstand the combined attack of the eight great generals?

boom--!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and the sword net shattered!

The small boat beneath their feet could not withstand such terrifying force and instantly shattered into pieces!

The force of the energy surged wildly, sending Jian Chen flying backward, spitting out blood.

But what he saw was not the surging seawater in front of him, but his wife being swept away head-on by the aftershocks of eight palm strikes!

"Wan-Qing!!!"

A heart-wrenching roar.

Ignoring his own injuries, Jian Chen used the last of his true energy to forcefully twist his body in mid-air and frantically rush towards Wan Qing.

however.

He was ultimately too late.

puff--!

Wanqing's slender body was snapped in two by the terrifying palm strike, like a willow leaf caught in a whirlwind.

Blood instantly stained her thin clothes.

Jian Chen caught her steadily in mid-air.

The moment you can catch it—

He froze completely.

Between Wanqing's chest and abdomen—

It had been blasted open with a single palm strike, leaving a gaping, bloody hole.

Almost all of her bones were shattered, and blood kept gushing from her mouth, nose, and ears.

"Wanqing—! Wanqing—!"

Jian Chen's voice began to tremble, shaking uncontrollably.

He held the utterly broken body tightly in his arms, at a loss, his fingertips trembling.

"Wake up! Wake up, please!"

Wanqing slowly opened her eyes.

His pupils had begun to dilate, but he could see Jian Chen for a fleeting moment—

A hint of extreme tenderness still flickered in her eyes.

"Brother Chen..."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and with each word she uttered, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

"I'm...I'm sorry..."

"Wanqing can no longer... accompany you... on this journey..."

"No--!"

Jian Chen's tears flowed like a burst dam, slamming onto Wan Qing's pale face.

"Don't say that—you'll be alright—you'll be alright—!"